Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

For the world is only governed by self-interest.

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

You worthy critics, or whatever you may call yourselves, are ashamed or afraid of the momentary and passing madness which is found in all real creators, the longer or shorter duration of which distinguishes the thinking artist from the dreamer. Hence your complaints of unfruitfulness, for you reject too soon and discriminate too severely.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.